My acupuncturist – I make regular visits now, and so I feel that I can call her my – says that today my pulses are slippery and therefore promising. Unlike last week, when my pulses were bright and she had to wipe my eyes with the towel which, because it was warm, made me cry a little more.
I have plenty of ‘my’s — my massage therapist, my dentist, my hairdresser, my cat(s)…
Careful, your humours may be out of balance also.
I recommend blood-letting and some medicyne from thine apothecary.
Actually, I reckon the balance of my humours would be more easily addressed if someone cleaned the bathroom.
You wait till you’re my age, girlies (shakes walking-stick in threatening manner) — it’s all ‘my physiotherapist’ and ‘my podiatrist’ and ‘my dermatologist’ (for the decades of UV damage) and ‘my rheumatologist’ and ‘my orthodpaedic surgeon’. Bwahahahaha.
You wait till you’re my age, girlies (shakes walking-stick in threatening manner) — it’s all ‘my physiotherapist’ and ‘my podiatrist’ and ‘my dermatologist’ (for the decades of UV damage) and ‘my rheumatologist’ and ‘my orthodpaedic surgeon’. Bwahahahaha.
mmh slippery, promising and bright pulses. I hope it’s lentils you are talking about here.